I applaud you sir. You don't find many gamers of your calibur these days.

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Hey, if you don't have interest, that's fine (neither do I, really) - but having a sense of pride from not playing the game? To each his own, I guess.

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I don't feel this way about games in general though, since that seems to be what you took from my initial comment, it really only applies to this series of "games".

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It's the same trifle we get from all 3 companies, though, but they all have different menus to choose from.

re: brain age, when I first got my DS a few years back, a friend picked it up and I got a chance to mess around with it for a bit. It's actually pretty fun for what it is, and I can see why it's sold so much. Not my thing, though, but my guess is that most trashers don't even know what it's about.

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Now, I'm someone's Toto, and not the singing kind either. Although, with what they do behind bars, I might as well be singing "Roseanna".

However, if I had used Brain Age, maybe I could have avoided this whole mess...

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I better turn in my Joke Badge to the Councilor Of Cool and lose all of my humor privileges.

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councilor = counselor

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World Wide Web? Yeah, I saw one once. We had a beet farm when I was a youngin', and there was the biggest goshdarn spider I ever did see. Well, I was real small now, just a turnip- a real cutie pie if I do say so miself. One day when I was mindin' my own bidniss, skippin through them big juicy beets, I was stawped in my tracks by the biggest, most vile creature I ever done sawn. Now, we was some real curious folk, so I got a bit closer than I should've and BAM. The God damned creature grabbed me with it's legs and started wrappin' me 'round with silk and slime and some feces and shit. I was scared for my young lil life I was- and I yelled out, "MAMMA MAMMA" like some gerdumn terddler who just ran outta milk. Now I reckon my momma, god bless 'er, ran out that farmhouse so fast it was like what happened when Bingo got caught in the hay compactor and his hindside done flew halfway cross the farm, whewee.

Well she got here and she done screamed louder than'ah cock right 'afore you twist off it's head. She had two real big beets. I never gon' forget 'em 'cause they done saved my life. Yup, that they did. She beat this damn creature, and cried and cried.. and there was a real strong smell when it died like gettin' the bad part of the meal- y'know, eatin' the southend of a northbound skunk. (daddy always brough home the good'uns). So, after that lil encounter or escapade, oh, wuteva you whip'n'snaps call it these days, I fainted and my momma, well she said it was just a spider. It wrapped me up like onuvthem Bo-Ree-toes, and was 'bout to claim me supper, but she saved my life, that she did. She said it was like my world became a web. 'and she saw the terror in my eyes and said she'dah lift the foundations out da house if she need to. Cause ain't no one touch 'er baby.

So that's my gaddamn story, and if ya can't keep up or fall 'sleep or die durin' it- well that's your call. I'm just some simple country folk with a fake wooden leg and glass eye, and a bible tucked under my arm, but I really cawl it mah liquor book, 'cause I done cut a hole for my flask. huk huk huk, but that's anotha story.

YOU COME BACK NOW Y'HEAR!? AND DONT BE NO DUMBERER FER IT.

kids..

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I'm reminded why I visit once, maybe twice a week anymore...the good stuff gets drowned by the flotsam...

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LOL!

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